Cam was as far from nosy as it was possible to get unlike, Howard. Howard owned the Cafe in bluebell, a hub of gossip and cam loved it. he lived there with Howard and Laney who he'd known since he was small. While they flourished on gossip and other peoples business however, cam was shy, quiet and observant. He noticed things other people didn't and no one ever suspected him to. It was from his flower stall, his little slice of heaven where he watched the townspeople of bluebell go about their business. He saw elderly rose scurry round the flower beds in the morning and talk about summers past. Where he saw Ash talk and flirt with Georgia and Laney. Where he saw Cheryl, Ash's little sister catch and throw bugs on the girls ash had talked to. Where he saw Jessica chasing after Cheryl. Where he saw Grady visit the town hall every Thursday and where he saw Eileen patch up the town. He stood away from it all.

It was here that he saw the new resident. Xara. Walk round the town, talk to the residents and wave every so often at him. It shocked him that this girl actually acknowledged him. Most people forgot he was even there. She ran round caring her woven basket full of seeds and desserts and clothes she had been gifted. Followed closely by a huge mass of shaggy black hair on legs. Even his face obscured by the mass of fur. It was a Newfoundland with a bright red bandana round it's neck. Everyone had been wary of the hulking mass of fur and Cam had to admit as more of a cat person the dog was a little intimidating.

He stood shell shocked. Still with utter shock plastered on his face. Never, in his whole life had anyone ever bought a flower, a rose no less and given it to him. Happiness, Romance, Admiration, Sweetness. Cam couldn't process anything. As he stood frozen, Xara skipped around the town followed by a mass of fur and was showered in happy welcoming greetings, gifts and invitations. All meant to sway this girl farmer to stay in bluebell. I knew she wouldn't choose to stay though. I knew from many different things, the amount of seeds she bought. She was a practised gardener and there wasn't enough room to plant a great deal at the local ranch. Though her face lit up at the sight of Jessica's store and the animals out in their pasture. It wouldn't be enough. Her attire was another. She felt more comfortable in the konohana outfit than the bluebell one. I thought that in the bluebell wear she would look like a milk maid. Something she defiantly she wasn't.

Xara p.o.v

I was totally and utterly bored. Mayor Rutger was introducing me to the residents of the story book village of Bluebell who shpwered me with gifts and invitations for festivals but, i knew. I knew it wasn't true. Their smiles didn't meet their eyes. They just wanted to convince me to stay here so they could get one over on the town of Konohana.

Eilleen was my mother's best friend. My adopted aunt you could say. She left the hussle and bussle of the city to make a living and heal a broken heart in this quaint village in the mountains, where she would be free to work on her calling. That of a carpenter. The very best. She was the one who made my cot when I was little and taught me how to do basic repairs around my fathers farm. She was the recipient of my letter. I wrote...

Yo Aunty,

Ma is ill again. She isn't going to last long, they say. She say's she doesn't want me to see her

when she's near the end. She want's me to remember her as she is now. Happy and full of life.

I'm being sent on her order to your area. That pretty mountain village you write about. I'm going to

make my way in the world, I'm following my dream. Of owning and working on my own farm. It's my

16th birthday present. I;m so exited, finally I can reap the rewards of my work and run the farm how

I want. So, I'm writing this letter to give you the heads up. I don't know how my arrival will be taken so

i'm arriving in style. I'll see you on the first of spring. See you Aunty.

Chou,

Xara.

She came when I arrived and we chatted and caught up. We took so long that I arrived at town too late in the day but, it made it all worth while to see the boy at the flower stall. He was tall and impeccably dressed. He wore simple black trousers and brown shoes smudged with dirt from his gardening. His lilac shirt with purple checkered waistcoat and matching hat contrasted sharply with his light brown hair, like bleached caramel. Much lighter than my own and with a hint of blonde. His loosely hung pale yellow tie emphasized his enchanting light green eyes that were the colour of the green of spring. He was shy, withdrawn and seemed socially awkward as he stood cutting and shaping bouquets and flowers. He had a pretty face with soft effeminate features but, they only made him more mysterious.

He looked so lonely and sad, like a stray cat looking into a window. Seeing everything but, never experiencing.I felt my chest pang with something, it felt strange. I'd never experienced anything like it before. So, i went over to him and bought some seeds, a bouquet and two roses. Pink roses. On a whim, I pinned the flower to his waist coat. It matched his blush that dusted his pale cheeks. I promised to talk and carried on.

HE watched me as I walked around being sociable and nice. Every now and again I'd catch his eye and I'd smile and wave. He'd blush and look away until I carried on my conversation but, I'd soon feel his eyes on me again. His name was Cam. It suited him. The abbreviated male derivative of the flower Camillia. It meant desire, passion, refinment ,perfection and exellence. It suited him.

I almost regretted my descion to live in the quiet village of Konohana but, Eileen told me of the true nature of the feud and the grudges people held. I just wanted to give Cam a reason to over come it and become my friend.

So, me and Briar my Newfoundland dog made our way over yet, again to talk to cam.